I suppose if heaven wasn't so far away this would all be easier...but we all know the truth. I'll always long for one more happy hour, one more hug, one more conversation, one more card, one more memory...but it won't happen. Yesterday I lost my Grampie...one of my biggest cheerleaders, Ohio State's biggest fan, and one of the most wonderful people god ever lent to this earth. I know he's up there looking down on us all with great love...I hope he's found my poppa and maybe they've shared a memory and a laugh. I don't suppose collecting angels was what I expected to be doing this summer but I'm thankful that the pain has ended and the suffering is over...no one should have to spend their last days like that. My Grampie was 91 years old when he left this earth and he without doubt did so much for this place the 91 years he spent here. A purple heart veteran of WWII, an honest business man with customer service as his priority, and most importantly a loving father, grandfather, and great grandfather....you simply could not ask for more.
"Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us every day. Unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed, and very dear."
3 generations of boys - my grampie, brother, and dad